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Nature's Banquet
Nature’s Banquet
I am the humble Wildebeest -
Mother Natures moving feast.
My mother warned “Don’t wander off
or you’ll end up a Lion’s scoff”.
Some folk call me a Gnu,
I’ve heard it all, there’s nothing new
In puns that you may decide to frame
around this inauspicious name.
I guess I’ll never have a life
of family bliss with kids and wife,
cause every da...
Tuesday 23rd April 2019 3:00 pm
Black Bear
Black Bear
like a hobo
walking down a train track
in a slow lumbering gait
we pace with you
coming in and out of view
between dense foliage
that separates the myth
from the reality
fingers point
hushed reverent voices
intone the chant
a bear, a bear
but this is not
some overstuffed facsimile
bought in a tourist shop
this is the real deal
...Sunday 11th September 2016 10:03 pm
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